She gazed at me strangely when
she saw my face, and then cluched me by the arm.
"Bab!" she cried. "What on the earth is the matter with
your complexion?"
But I was desparate.
"Let me go!" I said. "Only lend me two dollars for a taxi
and let me go. Somthing horible has happened."
She gave me ninety cents, which was all she had, and I
rushed down the street, followed by her peircing gaze.
Although realizing that my Life, at least the part of it
pertaining to sentament, was over, I knew that, single or
married, I must find him. I could not bare to think that I, in
my desire to help, had ruined Miss Everett's couzin's play.
Luckaly I got a taxi at the corner, and I ordered it to drive to
the mill. I sank back, bathed in hot persparation, and on
consulting my bracelet watch found I had but twenty five minutes
until the curtain went up.
I must find him, but where and how! I confess for a moment
that I doubted my own father, who can be very feirce on ocasion.
What if, madened by his mistake about Beresford, he had, on
being aproached by Adrian, been driven to violance? What if, in
my endeaver to help one who was unworthy, I had led my poor
paternal parent into crime?
_Hell is paved with good intentions_.
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